Gerald, I can not imagine your grief; my heart and prayers go out to you and your family. Pat what you wrote gives so much solace - so beautiful.
I've never heard the term before, but as they say, nothing ventured, nothings gained. So, here goes:
Happy is the abiding heart
Opening to things yet unseen
Piety yielding vast treasures
Eager its fortunes to expose
I think I could have been clearer in my message had it not been that I wanted the meter to carry the thought.
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." From "As You Like It." Wm. Shakespeare.